Page 81 of Hunted Obsession
I want to be inside of her so goddamn bad. When her hips begin to move uncontrollably, and she reaches down, wrapping her fingers around my wrist, that’s when I know she’s close. Her pussy clenches me, and I wish it were my cock instead of my fingers.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur as I watch her climax. When her body stops trembling, she lets out one long sigh before she lifts her head and her gaze connects with mine. “I may never be whole. Part of me will always be the child I was. And I will always look for the man who did it to me. I will never give up.”
She cups my cheeks. One of her thumbs slides across my bottom lip before she speaks. “I would not have loved you for a decade, Theron, if I thought you would stop looking for that man. I want to help you. I’m good with research and computers. Let me do that.”
It’s sweet that she wants to do that for me. Beyond sweet, really. “My business is built on research, Lucille.”
She doesn’t have to add that it’s a business built on research, but we have yet to find Ravet. I already know that. Our gazes search one another in silence. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I slowly slip my fingers from inside her.
Straightening, I take a step backward before I lift my fingers to my mouth. I silently suck on them, tasting Lucille. Savoring her before I strip out of my own clothes. Unable to take my gaze from hers, I watch her as I take all my clothes off.
Once I’m naked, I climb onto the bed, my knees between her thighs, and slide my fingers from her ankles to the inside of her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs. Aligning the head of my dick with her center, I tip my chin and watch as I slowly sink inside of her body.
Her pussy stretches around me, taking me inside of her. It’s so fucking tight that I know nothing else could fit except my dick. Reaching backward, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and stretch her legs open.
“Theron,” Lucille moans.
“Don’t move,” I demand. “I want to show you how much I fucking own you.”
I’m an asshole. I know I am, but sometimes you have to be an asshole. Moving inside of her, I roll my hips as she accepts me. I am mesmerized by the way she doesn’t have to give me anything. She is exactly what I need her to be. I don’t have to instruct her, and she doesn’t manipulate me.
Lucille wraps her hands around the backs of her knees and holds herself open for me as I shift forward and place my palms against either side of her head. I need to be able to fuck her, my body aching to pound into hers.
Shifting back slightly, I slam into her. Lucille moans, her tits swaying with the thrust from my hips. I do it again, loving the way her body moves from the force of my own. “Please,” she whimpers.
She doesn’t have to beg, not fucking ever. I continue to move, hard and fast, over and over until I’m on the edge of my own climax. I want her to come again, though, so I don’t stop. When I feel her body tremble again, when her pussy pulses around my dick, I know she’s close.
Pinching my eyes closed, I try to hold back my release, but I’m not sure how much longer I can. I’m fucking close. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. The moment her tongue slides across my bottom lip, I come.
With one last grind of my pelvis against her clit, I bury myself deep inside of her and let my cum fill her body. Lucille’s arms and legs wrap around me in an effort to keep me close. I touch my lips to the side of her cheek, moving on her skin until I reach her ear. Tugging on her earlobe, I whisper against her ear.
“I own you, Lucille. Every goddamn inch of you.”
“Every inch,” she whispers as her nails trail up and down along my back.
And it’s true.
I own every fucking inch of her—bought and paid for.
I would do it all over again, too, if it meant being right here with her. I would spend every last dime I had just to keep Lucille with me. I’m never making a mistake like letting her go again. Now that she’s back, I’ll never take a moment for granted.
Chapter Thirty-Six
LUCILLE
Rolling over,I reach out for Theron. The bed is not only empty but also cold, which means he’s been out of it for a while. Especially since it’s not cold in the condo. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand and then use the bathroom before I go in search of him.
He isn’t hard to find. I can hear his voice—and another’s—carry through the condo. It’s Vaughn, and I make sure to be as quiet as possible. I’m eavesdropping, but I need to know what Vaughn is telling him if it’s about me.
“So, we have nothing?” Theron growls.
“The phone gave us absolutely nothing. Burner to burner, which I assumed, but I’d hoped to getsomethingfrom it.”
“What about their houses?” Theron demands.
“Nothing,” Vaughn snaps. “Absolutely fucking nothing. Ravet is still in the wind, and it’s pissing me off that we can’t find a single shred of evidence that he’s even alive, aside from the murmurings of his name.”
Pressing my lips together, I breathe out of my nose and pinch my eyes closed. I should be happy that they don’t know the truth about me, but the fact that they’ve been looking for this person for ten years makes my heart ache for them.